Published on
Apr 13, 2025
I Made It My Mission To Find The Priest Who Molested My Brother. Here's What Happened When I Finally Did.
My fingers trembled when I dialled the phone. It was the early ’90s, back before texting or email. In fact, I’d just replaced my beige wall phone with a chunky wireless. Four rings in, I was about to hang up when my brother’s voice finally answered. I …
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HuffPost UK
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Left-wing
